Buried Child

When I had the chance to see Ed Harris in Burried Child, I jumped at the opportunity. Especially because I love the Trafalgar Studio as a venue, it has great seating and a good view from most seats.

When the auditorium was opened, Harris already sat on the sofa on stage, wrapped up in a blanket. The set looks like the inside of a rural American home, complete with stairs, old TV set, sofa, chairs, front porch and side corridor.

The first part of the play was a little slow going, with family connections and affairs unfolding at a glacial pace. While the performances were convincing and the characters interesting, the plot was a little thin.

The second part picked up the pace as well as diving deeper into the emotional connections, or lack thereof, of the family members. A new family member was introduced but everything about this newcomer as well as his companion made absolutely no sense and seemed quite far fetched.


While I really wanted to like this play, it was very predictable and the behaviour of some of the characters made absolutely no sense, seeming way too theatrical to convince. I still enjoyed watching this play as the actors all did a superb job and I liked the underlying weirdness and darkness of it all.

Overall, I’m rating this one four out of six rainbow sloths.

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